He watched her eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief, as her face lit up now and again with the brilliance of her smile. The setting : the backdrop of the Singapore skyline, and the ever increasingly noisy New Asia Bar.
It had felt like a quiet little pub when they arrived, rather along the lines of Que Pasa... but as time flew by (as it always did around her) the music became ever louder and the beat began to pound. Girls were standing up to dance... and somewhat insiduously, they had been transported into an upmarket reveller's night club.
He had always hated struggling to make himself heard at clubs and watching people's lips move silently in stark, frustrating incomprehension. Other people always seemed to have the gift - he suspected he was born a little deaf.
Yet somehow they spoke effortlessly through the din, engaging each other with their eyes and thoughts.
Afterwards as they walked, and talked their ways back to the car enjoying the crisp coolness of a rained-out night sky, their hands brushed once or twice. They spoke, and laughed, and teased each other as they always did.
Something she said sparked yet another in the mounting chain of mock-retaliatory-tickles and counter-pokes-in-sides they had been sharing, and then, rather naturally they found themselves walking hand in hand.
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*clap, clap*.
Just like any other fairy tales :
A prince comes along to rescue a lady.
This time the lady had felt suffocated.
A blow of His Highness' humble meetings here and there help her breathe again.
"Aaahh.. how nice it is talking with him!"
But, hey, stop!..
...it's only a friendliness from him
...it's only coincidences that they have so many similarities
...it's only because they both feel trapped
But, somehow, she can't stop herself from wanting to meet him
..... and His Highness seems to always have time too to meet this humble peasant.
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Knowing what one's heart says, is not easy.
Accepting what one's heart says, is even more difficult.
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Logic has helped her many, many, many times.
But one day, just one day!, she didn't encounter him.
And she missed him already.
Well... maybe it's just the way things go.
Then, why should you avoid that? She asked herself.
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"There is time to meet, there is time to part"
One of her friend once said.
Time has gone by so fast..as it usually is whenever the Prince is around.
The last continent they have not been able to savor yet.
But the giant waterfall is waiting for them.
This month she has to bid her prince farewell.
In other month, when flowers start to blossom again, she will say hello again to him :)
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